Kansaki Sou - Rude Awakening [KenEd]
Aug. 4th, 2013 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: rude awakening
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 329
Summary:
It wasn’t quite like jet lag, Kenshin thought as he lay in bed, staring at the sunlight striping patterns across the unfamiliar ceiling. It wasn’t quite like anything, really - how many people got to check ‘crossing realities’ off of their bucket list, after all?
He just felt tired, worn out, wrung-out - there was this big splotchy hole in his memory that didn’t feel right, this blankness that niggled at him like it was important. He remembered taking Edward’s hand, he remembered waking up in a pool of blood not his own, but there was this black spot of nothing in-between.
That nothingness was his passage through the Gate.
He knew that, Edward had held his shoulders, stared at him, asked what he had remembered, did it speak to him, did it TAKE anything - but he couldn’t remember. There was nothing there. The relief on Edward’s face outweighed Kenshin’s disquiet so he said nothing about how that strangeness weighed on him.
And now, he couldn’t sleep because of it.
Not that he had ever been a morning sleeper, even at home. (This was home now, he told himself firmly, this was Edward’s home and now it was his too, there was no going back from this, he had already DECIDED.) Kenshin sighed deeply, as a breeze stirred the curtains and threw the sunlight on the ceiling into disarray. The warm summer air smelled so much cleaner here. No wonder Edward wanted to come back.
Speaking of, Edward rolled onto his side, his breath warm across Kenshin’s bare shoulder. Kenshin smiled and put his arm around Edward, pulling him closer. Ultimately, it didn’t really matter, did it? The Gate, the blankness, all of it. He left it all behind for Edward, and that was something he would never regret.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 329
Summary:
It wasn’t quite like jet lag, Kenshin thought as he lay in bed, staring at the sunlight striping patterns across the unfamiliar ceiling. It wasn’t quite like anything, really - how many people got to check ‘crossing realities’ off of their bucket list, after all?
He just felt tired, worn out, wrung-out - there was this big splotchy hole in his memory that didn’t feel right, this blankness that niggled at him like it was important. He remembered taking Edward’s hand, he remembered waking up in a pool of blood not his own, but there was this black spot of nothing in-between.
That nothingness was his passage through the Gate.
He knew that, Edward had held his shoulders, stared at him, asked what he had remembered, did it speak to him, did it TAKE anything - but he couldn’t remember. There was nothing there. The relief on Edward’s face outweighed Kenshin’s disquiet so he said nothing about how that strangeness weighed on him.
And now, he couldn’t sleep because of it.
Not that he had ever been a morning sleeper, even at home. (This was home now, he told himself firmly, this was Edward’s home and now it was his too, there was no going back from this, he had already DECIDED.) Kenshin sighed deeply, as a breeze stirred the curtains and threw the sunlight on the ceiling into disarray. The warm summer air smelled so much cleaner here. No wonder Edward wanted to come back.
Speaking of, Edward rolled onto his side, his breath warm across Kenshin’s bare shoulder. Kenshin smiled and put his arm around Edward, pulling him closer. Ultimately, it didn’t really matter, did it? The Gate, the blankness, all of it. He left it all behind for Edward, and that was something he would never regret.
